Page 90 of Notorious

“It’s a lot,” I admit. “Give me a moment.”

“’Course.” He leans down and kisses my shoulder, and as he does, my body gives way a little more just from gravity, and he edges deeper inside me.

“Fuck!” I shout.

“Do I need to pull out?”

“Absolutely not,” I snap. “I fucking love your cock.” He waits, a bead of sweat dropping from him to my back. My muscles release and let him in.

Johnny slides forward all the way, his pelvis meeting my ass, and we both groan in satisfaction.

“Holy fuck, that’s it,” I whisper.

“Almost,” he says.

I freeze. “You’re kidding.”

He chuckles. “I’m kidding. I’m all the way inside your gorgeous ass, and you’re taking me so well, baby boy. Look at that pretty hole swallowing my cock.”

“You can.” I swallow. “You can take a picture. If you want.”

Johnny’s silent for a moment. “Yeah?”

I nod. “I want to see it.”

He pulls out, which makes me reconsider my life choices, then returns with his phone. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says.

“Just stick your cock in me again,” I grouse, and he does. My eyes widen as he pushes steadily and my body takes him like it’s where he’s meant to be.

I don’t know how he’s filming and holding himself up at the same time. He’s pretty damn coordinated.

“Want me to fuck you?” Johnny murmurs.

“Yes. God, yes. Please.”

Johnny starts a rhythm that’s slow and deep and hard, and I’m at his complete mercy. I fucking love it. I’m scrabbling at the mattress, loving that he’s just taking over, using my body to get off, that he’s both taking what he needs and giving me the best prostate massage ever.

“Gonna have to turn the camera off,” he mutters. “I wanna rub your cock.”

“Just put it off to the side on a pillow,” I beg, so he does, setting it near my head. In the selfie mode, I can see what we look like. My big, hot husband—boyfriend?—mounting my ass expertly, his face set in concentration and so fucking sexy. His lips parted, eyes intense. He adjusts our angle, tugging my hips back so he can reach around for my cock, and now he’s banging me at the same time he’s jacking me off, and the noises I’m making are obscene and loud.

But no one can hear us, and this is what I’ve always wanted. To be fucked by Velvet the Cowboy.

No. I wanted Johnny. At any rate, Johnny’s who I want now.

It’s even hotter than I could have imagined, because I’m watching him fuck someone on a screen, only the person on the screen is me. My wide brown eyes are watching the scene. I’m the one whose ass he’s pounding into the mattress. I’m the one he’s cooing to, who he’s saying is such a good boy, who he’s telling to take his cock just a little longer.

“Fuck!” I snarl, because if I don’t swear, I’m going to blurt out something else. Like that I’m in love with him.

Because I fucking am.

Johnny again changes his angle, and now it’s pure, perfect torture. Utter bliss. He’s got me at every pleasure point he could, and I’m not going to hang on much longer.

“Come for me, darlin’,” he drawls, and I lose it. My brain fuzzes out as my body stiffens and my legs lock up and my back tenses and my abs get tight and my dick starts gushing come.

“Such a good boy,” he murmurs into my skin, and before I come down, he’s shoving into me hard and groaning this deep, delicious sound of pleasure. I can feel him pumping into me, the way he shudders and his hips undulate against my ass. “You make me come so damn hard. Damn.”

Then he collapses atop me, kissing every part of me he can reach. The back of my neck, my shoulders, my upper back, the top of my head. I turn so he can kiss my cheek, and he manages to find my lips before his softening cock slips out of me. He reaches out and shuts off the camera, and I turn onto my back so he can settle over me again. He kisses me fiercely but slowly, with measured intensity. It’s passionate but not frantic.

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